Yesterday evening, I was sitting with my friend Katie, enjoying a beer or few at Molly’s. Everytime I’m in there, I discover something I had not yet seen before. As you can imagine, that’s alot of discoveries.
Anyways, I look at the jukebox, and specifically the note written on it:
No Quaters. Perfect. We pretty much say it without that first R anyways, why write it? Yeah, someone did add in an R later on, but let’s just ignore that.
That’s something I kinda want to incorporate into an odd little flier, and go staple it down on the CL10, the Callio, and Dr. Yads.
We had a really good laugh at that. Apparently the bartender who wrote it was working and it has been there for months now.
kwata